Thanks to those who reviewed. I know the first chapter wasn't much to go off of, but I hope it didn't put you off too much. This IS a Wyatt/Chris story, don't worry about that, it's just taking some time to get to it all, and for me to write it. Here's the next chapter anyway for your enjoyment, unfortunately right now I don't know when the next chapter will be up, I'm aiming for just after the weekend, since I'm going away for the weekend so won't be able to update then, but will be able to write :D

Anyway, enjoy

Growing Up Troubles

"That girl is in so much trouble." Wyatt said through gritted teeth as he hung up the receiver end to the phone and grabbed his car keys, while Chris just looked up from the paperwork he had laid out on the dining table.

"What's happened?"

"That was the school," the blonde sighed, "Lizzie's gotten herself into trouble, AGAIN, this time she's been suspended, AGAIN, I've got to pick her up. I swear she is grounded for life."

"Do you want me to come with?"

"I thought you had loads of paperwork to do?" Wyatt sighed, putting his jacket on, "And maybe you should stay here in case she gets into anymore trouble and the school have to call."

"If you're sure," Chris nodded his head, "Just don't get too angry with her, find out what she did and why first."

"Sure," the Halliwell sighed, opening the door, "Love you."

"Love you too." The 34-year-old brunette sighed, going back to his paperwork. He seemed like this was all he did now since becoming a social worker, but it was worth it, all the children he was helping. It was just a shame he could not get through to Elizabeth, find out what was bothering her. He knew her hate for him, well not hate, but dislike, was not just because she was a teenager, maybe a phase, but not just because she was a teenager like Wyatt sometimes used as an excuse, there was something else behind it and he needed to find out before she either did something stupid or Wyatt would push her away so much for it.

Wyatt walked through the hallways of Baker High School, it had not really changed much since he had been here almost 17 years ago. He could not believe it had been 17 years since he had been a student at Baker High School, it should have been much more. When he went to the ten-year-reunion six years ago he had realised just how much he had missed out on starting a family so young, although he would never give up what he had for the world.

Pulling away from his thoughts he made it to the Principal's office and laughed thinking about the many times he had spent in here, he would get himself in trouble every day that he spent in this school.

Like father, like daughter he suddenly had the thought as he saw the principal's secretary.

"Hi, I'm Mr Perry-Halliwell," he smiled, "I'm here for Elizabeth Perry-Halliwell." When he and Chris got married they had decided, like when naming Lizzie, to join their surnames together. (A/N: I will however use their own surnames to distinguish between the two at times)

"Oh right, she's just in with the principal now, they're just waiting for you," the secretary smiled, she should have known who Wyatt was, after all he had been down to the office enough times over the past two years that Elizabeth had been in school, "Just go right in."

"Thanks." Wyatt smiled and made his way to the door, knocking gently before going in.

As soon as he walked into the office, he saw his 16-year-old daughter sat in a chair opposite the principal, who sat behind his desk.

"Mr Perry-Halliwell, thank you for taking time out of your day."

"What's she done this time?" Wyatt sighed as he shook the man's hand and sat down in the chair.

"Well we did a random search of the lockers and found a number of things that she's not allowed," the Principal explained, "Mainly cigarettes and alcohol."

Wyatt turned to look at his daughter and then back at the principal, shaking his head. He did not know what to say, he actually felt embarrassed for his daughter, surely this made him look like a bad parent.

"I'm sorry, Wyatt, can I call you Wyatt?"

"Sure." Why not? Wyatt thought to himself, I'm here enough.

"I have no choice but to suspend her for two weeks," the principal explained, "We're taking the same policy with everyone that has anything legal in their lockers. I'm just glad there were no drugs in her locker, otherwise I would have to expel her."

"Thank you," Wyatt nodded his head and stood up from the chair before turning to his eldest child, "Home and you are so grounded young lady."

"Do I get my stuff back?" Elizabeth asked, shocking Wyatt slightly.

"No you don't!" Wyatt exclaimed to her, "Now, go on, to the car."

Elizabeth stormed out of the office while Wyatt was left looking at the principal.

"I am really sorry for her…"

"Don't be," the principal shook his head, "She's not the worst I've got, but I would suggest finding out who she's hanging around with and what she gets up to. I've seen this behaviour, and it only ever gets worse when parents leave their children to it."

Faking a smile, Wyatt thanked the principal and walked out of the office, seeing that his daughter was out in the hallway, talking to two other students.

Sighing, the blonde haired man made his way out of the room into the hallway.

"Car, now."

"I'm just talking to my friends." Elizabeth confronted her father.

"I'm not telling you again?" Wyatt shook his head, "Car."

"You just told me again," Elizabeth pointed out with a smug look on her face, but saw the anger in Wyatt's eyes, causing her to turn back to her friends, "I'll see you later guys."

The 16-year-old girl made her way down the hallway, knowing her father was close on her tail. They both got into the car and nothing was said between them the whole journey home.

"Hey, you're back," Wyatt looked to his lover, who looked up again from his paperwork, obviously trying to make light of the situation, "What's she done?"

"Oh just caught with cigarettes and alcohol in her locker."

The Perry could not help but smirk, thinking about when he and Wyatt were suspended from high school for smoking, well the teachers thought it was smoking, they had no idea what was really going on in the hut at the boarding school. He watched Elizabeth making her way up the stairs, while Wyatt hung his jacket up.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, young lady?"

"To my room," the 16-year-old threw attitude at her 34-year-old father, "Where you're going to send me anyway."

"No you're not," Wyatt shook his head, "On the couch, now, we're having a little chat," The blonde female stood on the stairs, her arms folded across her chest, "Couch now, missy, before I drag you there myself."

"Wyatt, maybe you'd better calm down." Chris looked at his husband worriedly.

"I am calm," Wyatt glared at Chris before turning back to his daughter, "I'm warning you, Elizabeth, on the couch or else I'll drag you there myself. Don't test my patience."

The youngest member in the house sighed and made her way to the couch, while Chris moved over to Wyatt.

"You know, maybe it'll be better for you both to calm down before you talk to her."

"Don't use your social service crap on me," the blonde looked into his husband's green eyes, "I don't need what the book says. She's been pushing me way too far lately." All Chris could do was let Wyatt go to the living room, even though he knew this was not the best way to deal with this and he did not need his social work to know that, he knew from dealing with any trouble Jennifer and Scott managed to get themselves into, although they were not as bad at that as Elizabeth was.

"Explain yourself." The brunette could hear Wyatt starting, causing him to sigh and make his way into the living room.

"What do you want me to explain?" Elizabeth asked him, "Why I had alcohol in my locker? Gee, dad, I wonder why," the 16-year-old watched her father grit his teeth, trying not to say anything to that, "Or why there were cigarettes? Sorry, you can't take the moral high ground, Uncle Parker told me you once got suspended for that, in fact you've been suspended more times that I have…"

"So far, yes," Wyatt nodded his head, "And I'm not proud of the amount of times I was suspended or for the reasons, and you shouldn't be either, but at this rate you're going to be way past what I clocked up anyway."

"So what do you want me to explain?" Elizabeth now asked, "Why I'm drinking? Because I like it, ok? Are you telling me you never drank when you were my age?"

"I am, actually," Wyatt nodded, "Well not in school anyway."

"Yeah right." Lizzie scoffed just as there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Chris sighed before leaving the room, leaving Wyatt glaring at his daughter.

"Why are you lying to me dad?" the 16-year-old shouted, "You drank, you smoked, you got into fights…"

"I got into fights, yeah," Wyatt nodded his head, "All but one of my suspensions were for fighting. I'm not telling you I didn't make mistakes when I was your age, I did, but I never drank in school. You're 16, Elizabeth, and you're drinking and smoking on school property, only God knows what you're doing outside of school with your friends. I mean, if you're smoking cigarettes are you doing drugs too? How about having sex?"

"Wouldn't you love to know," Elizabeth smirked at him, "I'm not your perfect daughter, dad, that's Jen."

"I'm not asking you to be perfect," Wyatt gritted his teeth, "I'm trying to find out what's going on in that head of yours. You were fine until you got to high school, these past two years you've gone downhill and I swear it's those friends of yours but I know I can't just blame them, you've got something to do with it too, so do you care to explain what it is?"

"Not really," Elizabeth shook her head, "Can I go to my room now?"

"You're grounded for a month. The two weeks your not in school can be spent cleaning the house, except mine and Chris' room. You're not to leave the house, without mine or Chris' permission unless it's to go to school when you're back there. No TV, no music, no computer, except for doing your school work and no phone. Got it?" the two blondes looked at each other, the younger of the two never said a word, "I said have you got it?"

"Sure, whatever." The 16-year-old said, getting off the couch and making her way out of the room.

Wyatt sighed, she was going to be the death of him.

"You know something, she's not much different from her father." Wyatt looked up hearing a familiar voice and then laughed when he saw a friend stood with a smirk on his face.

"I thought you weren't coming until later tonight." Wyatt asked as he smiled at the tall blonde haired man that was now fully in the living room, the man's 9-month pregnant wife just behind him, with their four-year-old son, and Chris just behind them.

"I'm going up to talk to Lizzie," Chris sighed, "I'll catch up with you in a bit, Speedy."

"Sure, Chris," the man smiled as Chris left the room and then looked back at Wyatt, "So, what's she done this time? Chris wouldn't explain to us."

"Oh she just got caught with alcohol in her locker," Wyatt sighed, sitting down with Speedy and his 31-year-old cousin, "Cigarettes too, but the alcohol's the main problem. I didn't even realise she was drinking. God, I should have seen that."

"Not necessarily," Speedy shook his head, "How much did your mom know about you when you were in school? It doesn't make you a bad parent, it just makes you human."

"You sound like Chris," Wyatt groaned, "Has he told you what to tell me? How are you both anyway?"

"Fat." Holly smiled at her cousin, placing her hands on her baby bump.

"You're not fat, darling," Frank Speed told his wife, sympathetically, "You're pregnant." He knew he had said the wrong thing when he saw her glare at him. Wyatt could not help but laugh, he was so glad he had not had to put up with a pregnant wife, he had dealt enough with Caitlin being around when she was carrying Elizabeth.

"And how are you little man?" Wyatt looked down to Ben, their four-year-old son, "Did you have a good flight down?"

"I watcheded Shrek the Sixth," he smiled, telling Wyatt about the new Shrek movie that was out now on DVD. He knew all about it with having an eight-year-old in the house, "It was funny."

"Yeah, we have that here," Wyatt nodded his head with a smile, "They have movies on the flights from New York now?"

"You'd know if you flew up to see us." Speedy explained to his friend.

"I'm sorry," Wyatt laughed, knowing Speedy did not actually mean anything by it, "I have a 16-year-old daughter who likes to cause trouble, a 15-year-old daughter that never gets her nose out of a book and an eight-year-old son who is well, a typical eight-year-old boy," his friend and cousin both started laughed, causing him to narrow his eyes at them, "Don't you two start, you'll find out what it's like in a few years time. Wait until Ben gets to his teens and the one on it's way."

"Are you sure we're ok staying here?" Speedy asked, "I mean, if it's putting you out…"

"No it's fine," Wyatt waved them off, "I mean, you're down for Hope's wedding so what better place for you both to stay than here, where there's room. Ben and Scott get along just fine so they'll be fine in a room together and there's a spare room for you two. What else were you going to do? Get a motel or something?"

"If it's easier," Holly now said, "I mean, with Lizzie…"

"She'll calm down," Wyatt shook his head, "It should be a quiet week since she's in a mood with me."

In Elizabeth's bedroom, she was laid back on her bed when there was a knock at the door.

"What now?"

"It's just me." Chris' voice came from a slightly open door. The 16-year-old sighed as she saw her step-father step into the room, closing the door behind him gently. He never shouted, sometimes she wondered if it was just the fact that he was a social worker, but she also knew it was not in his nature to shout. He was not as hot-headed as her dad and was more likely going to understand her, even if she did constantly throw it in his face that he was not her real father. It was not that she hated him, she did not, in fact sometimes she wished that Chris was her real dad and not Wyatt, she just sometimes wanted to hurt him. He was the easy option, since her brother was too young and her sister was, well, slightly too easy to pick on.

"Want to talk?" Chris asked, perching on the bottom of her bed. He could see the signs that there had been tears in her eyes.

"What's their to talk about?"

"What's bothering you?"

"There's no need to do that whole caring social worker thing." Elizabeth sat up, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

"I'm not being a social worker," Chris shook his head, edging closer to her, "I'm being a dad, and I know, I'm not your real dad but you can still turn to me, talk to me."

"You know I only say that stuff because I want to hurt you," the 16-year-old blonde smirked, "Not because I really think you're not my real dad…well, if a girl can have two dads."

"I know," Chris nods his head, "I also know you do it for other reasons, I'm not stupid, I grew up with my grandpa, remember, I know what it's like to get to your age and have someone who thinks he knows everything about you."

Elizabeth smiled genuinely, wrapping her arms around Chris neck and pulling him into a hug.

"So, do I get to find out what's going on with you?" the brunette now asked, "I mean, why you're drinking and smoking on campus. I'm not going to shout at you, don't worry, that's your dad's thing."

"It's fun to do, c'mon, you did it too, Chris," Lizzie pleaded with her eyes, "You should know why."

"Ok then," Chris nodded understanding where she was coming from, "Why the fights? This is the seventh time that you've been suspended from school since you started high school, am I right? Correct me if I'm wrong, Wyatt's the one keeping count, but if you carry on, you'll be expelled and I don't want to have to send you to some boarding school."

"It didn't seem to do you and dad much bad," the blonde smirked and laughed as Chris as his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, "I guess I'm rebelling."

"Rebelling is answering your dad back, getting into the odd fights, staying out past your curfew," the 34-year-old explained, "What you're doing is a little more than that. Your dad was right with what he said at the end, if you're drinking and smoking, we don't have a clue on what you're doing when you're with your friends. You could be doing drugs, having sex…God knows what. I'm not having a go at you ok, I'm worried about you and so is your dad."

"So why do I feel like he's always having a go at me?"

"Because you piss him off," Chris nods his head, "But it's ok, I reckon Scott will be exactly the same," at that they both laughed, "Just please, tell me what's bothering you. If it's just that you feel like you need to fit in, I understand, trust me, that's why your dad started smoking when he met me, he thought he needed to do it to fit in with me."

"Really?"

"Really." Chris nodded his head, "If there's other reasons, just tell me, don't worry I won't judge, I can help you know. I'll even go into Social Worker mode just for it if you want."

Elizabeth smiled softly and nodded her head.

"Thanks Chris."

"Anytime," he winked back at her as he stood up, "I'll call you when dinner's ready, ok?"

"Sure."

Elizabeth waited once Chris shut the door, waiting to hear his footsteps walking away from the room, until she got her cell phone out from her school bag. She instantly searched through the phone book for one of her friend's names.

"Hey Josh?" she smiled into the phone as he answered, she knew he would skip the afternoon classes, "Yeah, I got suspended. I'm grounded for a month," his voice could faintly be heard over the other end for anyone else that would have been in the room, "Whatever, it won't stop me from sneaking out. Where's the party tonight?" she waited for a while until he found out the venue and then smiled, "Ok, will you be there? Ok, I'll see you there then."

The 16-year-old smirked and hung up the call, like her dad could keep her behind these four walls.

ok, so I brought Speedy and Holly in too...just to prove it will be Wyatt/Chris. So please, review :D